***** clouds are underneath
grass and pebbles floating deep
A scenery so majestic  
crushed by comets to tiny bits
Mountain water tasted sweet  
yet the thirst cannot be quenched
For their hunger for the care
cannot be easy to compel

Anhedonia.
Cannot feel.
Songs of puzzled mystery,
Anhedonia

If only pleasure was a name,
it be called by many names
By those who lost their fiery flame, often  tangled in messy dreams
they lacked the warmth to give care then hope suddenly fade

The birds will pray for them to fight
The wolves will howl for their defeat
Anhedonia, cannot feel.